Becoming 9

My love
for a start, you don’t exist
which makes some of more practical elements of our loving
awkward
and unsatisfying.
And secondly
you don’t have the right face
or the right name.
You don’t touch me in just that way.
That vast ocean of belonging
that I seem to remember
in my bones, my very cells
is not whispering your name,
has not yet learnt your name.
But let’s overlook
all of that
and say –
you are coming.
When you get here
what will be left?

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